Lyrical Breakdown of Sucka - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Sucka" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Chief Keef weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Sucka" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
- Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Chief Keef employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
- Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Chief Keef's narrative.
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Chief Keef
Suckas
Cdai, what up sucka?
Sosa Baby
Know how I'm rocking baby
GBE baby
They like Sosa where you been at sucka?
I been buying guns for this shit, ya sucka
I'ma up this motherfucker like get back sucka
I'm gon' shoot yo' fucking ass, you ain't no damn cat sucka
You ain't no damn Casper
Shooters pull up on yo' block and aim them hammers at ya
Them 4-5 shells gon' damage ya
With this 4-5 ain't no jamming up
Suckas suckas suckas suckas
You know I ain't going lika a sucka motherfucker
Nina blow a nigga down I named her Wonder Woman
She gon' hold my weight, got so much money on me
Like fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em
Niggas talking that shit about Chief Sosa then fuck 'em fuck 'em
Got a 50 on me, it's so big I can't even tuck 'em
Let a nigga run up on me, I'm so thirsty to bust him
Like baka, like baka, like baka
That motherfucker is a mother sucker
Cdai got 22 shots but he from 600
You ain't getting gwop stop instagraming that lil money, sucka
Got a AK with a knife on it
Sucka
You a brick we put yo' life on it
Sucka
Sucka
The police grab d-block ask us what we know? Nothing
Yall ain't shooting guns man stop it cuss
Don't make me send that 22 shot Glock at ya
Cdai where you been at sucka?
I've been up on O'Block but bitch I'm from 6Hunna
I catch his ass, that's his ass
Smoke his ass just like some ganja
Dumb fuck should of ran but his ass wanna run up
I ain't playing I'm just saying got the K's in the van
And his mans, leave 'em laying, on the ground where he stand
On my mans, I put 15 in a nigga head
Smoking on a thoink this gas
Just kill a fuck nigga, real fast